living an unconventional life, one cocktail at a time

Giant bubbles in the park

I totally meant to post this LAST week and then, big surprise, I got distracted by something else and never came back to it…story of my life. Last Sunday (meaning the Sunday before last!) was a beautiful day for a birthday party in the park. Sweet Silas turned one and we helped celebrate with festivities at Watson Park, lovingly referred to by the locals as the train park because of the historic locomotive...

Happy birthday to me, parts two and three.

It’s been weeks since my birthday, and at my advanced age I can’t remember half of what I was going to say about the other two parts of my celebration, but I guess that just means that the stuff I do remember must have really been great. Right? The actual day of my birth– a Friday– started off pretty great, even though I couldn’t sleep in (toddlers don’t get the memo that mommies...

Happy birthday to me, part one.

Another year, another year older. It’s funny how I don’t feel any older than I did when I was 25. Except I can’t go out and party into the wee hours three nights in a row anymore without needing a full day week to recover in between. My birthday was last Friday, and I took the day off work. My old friend Chad– not old as in old, although he’s older than me, but old as in we met in...

Birthday book of cards.

My obsession with Pinterest is finally paying off. Thanks to pinners ’round the world, I’ve found some ways to start organizing things that I can never bring myself to throw away, yet I could never figure out what to do with them besides toss them in a manila envelope and shove them on a shelf, never to be looked at again. Yes, I’m talking about cards. I’ve been a compulsive card-and-letter...

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